So, like, my old man and I went to this Oaxacan mole place - which we found after taking the 118 to the 5 - in Sun Valley. Then we struck up a convo ('Cuz saying conversation is just way too exhausting after all that driving we did) with this dude, who turned out to be a judge... Nah, reall-ay. He didn't wear a robe or look really mean, or anything. So I said, Hey judge-dude (okay, not exactly that way), so how'd ya find this place?

No shit, this is what he said: "Since I work at the court house in Pasadena, I take the 210 to the 134 to the 5 and get off on Sunland." Or something like that.